Peacocks. They're pretty impressive creatures with their fancy plumage - their tail feather display designed to woo and impress the peahens. So I naturally couldn't help but wonder how much luck this albino peacock has.
Posts about Life
Microwaves aren't particularly hard. You get a temperature setting and a time setting. Doddle. Dead easy. You pick your temperature and you pick your time. Any old muppet could cope with that. Now imagine you are presented with a
Brighton was the first big test for the new digital camera, which we'd been merely pottering around with until then.
A couple of weeks ago I realised that not only was it June, but I'd had a whole of three days off work in the first five months of the year. And one of those was taken so I could do tourist stuff with my mother, so wasn't exactly a carefree day of leisure.
Some time ago the BBC redid it's jobs site, and it's rather handy cos you can save all your details on the site. Once you've inputted all your data in the first time, you can re-use it (and edit it if desired).
I don't do this weather. I melt. Slowly and surely.
Sorry, you can blame Kirk for that title, but today the torric contact lens went back. Well actually not the original - I gave up on that pretty quickly - but a second type of torric contact lens.
Bar a brief dalliance with them on Saturday when I had a trip to the opticians, I've not worn my contact lenses for almost a week, whilst I wait for another type of lens to appear, for me to try.
After visiting the opticians the other day, I was given a new toric lens to try and counter the affects of a minor astigmatism in my eye. Or that's the theory. In practise, it seems to have made the problems I've been having with eye strain recently have just got ten times worse.
Just under a month ago, I mentioned the errection of two large, metal billboards on a small patch of grass right outside Colliers Wood tube station, next to the Brown and Root Tower. And now I write again.